(Ay ay wait wait wait wait)
Like damn, bad bitch hey boy you a lot and I'm out in the field
Motherfucker where you at you A B S Glock
Motherfucker sway straight out of bounds
Bitches try to take a nigga off the map
Bitch I'm tryna get fucked up
Bad bitch on me and I'm tryna get sucked up
But I don't give a fuck that bitch right the fuck up
Wait, a bitch glock if it's up then snuck up
Came in this bitch and I'm looking for death
I got a bad bitch on me and she giving me neck
I was stomping on his face, till nothing was left
Took this bitch to the crib and then she cleared on the map
Watching your back with that bitch
Yeah, better bounce back like a nickname
Hit me with your bitch-
And she all up on my bag like it's a bunch of G's
And you see it in the plastic like ah
Came in this bitch and I'm looking for a bounty
And put up on his stick like a motherfucking mounty
Fucking on this bitch make a mess like dandy, yeah
Back to my crib and she begging for the pound me (uh)
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Came in this bitch and I'm looking for death
I got a bad bitch on me and she giving me neck
I was stomping on his face, till nothing was left
And I'm gripping this clearly a mess
Stacking these bands till they all turn blue (yeah)
Boot and jit hit 'em with the stick and the dick pop (yeah)
Nigga, shorty wanna shop with some brand new shoes (uh)
I'm grabbing that bag gotta give me that (yeah)
Hit 'em with the fist like it's jujutsu (yeah)
Nigga feeling blessed like I said I do oh (yeah)
Playing with the words like I'm pettaiku (yeah)
Give me that crown like a nigga can't do (uh)
If you piss me off then a nigga might shoot (yeah)
Walk around town with a pass on me
Feeling like cash on me
Racks on me (yeah)
Write a bitch named Racks on me
One 2, one 2
I don't want you
And if you wanna smoke I'ma run up like a blunt
Two, five, five, six he ain't got nowhere to run to
And that bitch is broke
God damn, I love her when she drifts and chokes
Got diamonds on my wrist, yeah, they glisten close
They drip down, yeah, from my head to toe
I sold my soul for golden goals
I won't refold the Holy Ghost
No flesh and bones you comatose
You sleep on me I close the door
You feel it in a minute, I'm a killer till I win it
And your bitch about to feel it, yeah we get it in a minute
And I take her by the minute till she finish and I hit her raw dog
I'm the boss and I'm coined up off it
Throw you in the summertime
Leaving you faces no punchline
'Cus I'm fronting through the races
Run at me bitch better get some braces
It's not funny how fucked up conversations are
Snitch bad with her ass on her dance
Know she a 10 so slow to my dance
Hold up wait, we can hold no hands
She's a new Betty just a one night stand
(One night stand uh, uh, uh)
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(One night- uh)